6am, the weather was crisp as plantain chips. Enough bite to attend the lazy drawl. Enough bite to attend the gusto call. The walk from Basa’s flat was serene.
Up on top of the wall, a two-tone brown feline caught sight of him. The four-legged chap turned around wagging its tail at Basa, strolling off:
Feline – Nuh mate, what are you looking at?
Basa – Boss, I don’t know who you are talking to.
Feline – That’s rude. I can’t see no one else in view.
Basa – You assumed I was looking at you, whilst I was taking in the scenery.
Feline – Whatever, clever clogs.